A sleek contraceptive craft descended onto a rectangular building that shot into the sky, its metallic sheen reflected the beauty of the cityscape behind it. But, was the city truly as beautiful as it was acclaimed?
The machine, two individuals walked out, with different identities, and dissimilar body types. They trod confidently onto the towering building, both sporting exquisite suits.
Their suits are a mirror to their identity, one's white-gold reflects the shine, brilliance, and grandeur that came with being a hero, the city's hero, and the other's white-black suit reflected the black-and-white nature that came with being a Bulwark agent.
Lin, dressed in a white-gold suit, glanced at the city below.
"It is really beautiful!" Lin said, unknowingly getting attached to the place the more time he stayed. Not that he knew, as after all, one can only notice a change when they stop and look back on their past, and contrast it with their presence.
